I Brewed The Midnight Stars…

October 23, 2013

Home, all like a prison,
Happy still, but small.
I remember wanderlusting,
With heart-holes full of Fall.

So, I slipped out that upstairs window,
Having bent those bronzen bars,
-All for a sip, one steamy sip-
And I brewed the midnight stars.

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